The kid, realistically 26, said it in his mind. "Blue 3." He liked it, annoyingly, he usually hated these things. He hated visiting corporate.  Liked more actually putting code down. Writing and making. Not this shit, but his other boss, maybe a mentor, although he'd never call him that to...

There were people in a board room. 

"Things are different now. In a world that used to be just videos people want more."

The man was standing already presenting to only a few people, but when he moved the slides changed.

"People want to interact, they want to feel part of the...

He didn’t the have his videos of the Blue Man any more. Those were long gone, maybe they were stored on some cloud but when he was here they never downloaded. Although he could see a sort of icon for it, and the name still. Organized by date. He didn’t...

To sleep, before all this, he had to have complete silence. Isolation and darkness, almost like a sensory deprivation chamber. He fitted his room with blackout curtains and he had a special alarm clock that allowed him to wake up with sun light artificial but it was still good. 

Now...

There was a week where he wouldn't eat. It wasn't close to the time he faked his own death, but another time. He just stopped eating. Hoping that would change things. Make them have to come in. But they didn't. He'd pile up the food near the bed, so they'd...

The next day there was a speaker by the door with the food. It took him the whole day to press the power button. There was something about the object. A break from the paper and he thought it meant something was going to happen. Something was changing. 

When he...

The ants he could get to assemble in a line. They liked the sugar he thought. They didn't do this really with cheese, sometimes bread, but really this water melon they really liked. He wished he could train them for other things. Convince them to bring him news from the...

When he wasn't dancing he still watched out the window. None of the people he had seen were the same always different. He guessed that's just how these hotels were. There were never really people coming back, but more just people coming through. Passing through, he imagined where he was...

Another note came this time with a question. 

"R U READY?"

He read it out in his head like a WWE announcer, he thought that was funny. Not that he could tell anyone this, like about this joke. Instead he thought about writing it down. 

The note pad he had was...

George looked less and less at the pictures on his phone. The dancing and the learning of the moves became all he thought about. As the videos kept going to his phone, and he kept practicing he was losing space. 

At first this wasn’t a problem he started to delete...